Race on the Head of the Ex [Rebirth]

It really started to rain.

The patter of rain dimmed the entire city, and also dimmed He Qingqi's eyes.

The silent night gradually became clear, a corner of the cerebral cortex was lifted, and two equally white and thin carcasses gradually overlapped.

She held the swan neck lightly and lifted her waist slightly upwards, her half-lifted eyelids added a charming and charming face to her noble face out of thin air. He Qingqi's eyes reddened inexplicably, and his offensive became more intense.

Zhuo Zhiwei suddenly tightened his body, unable to move, his tired wrists became more and more sore, but he still didn't want to slow down. He Qingqi lowered his eyebrows and watched the man shook his head desperately. Tears flowed down the corners of his eyes physiologically: "It's too fast to roost..." The small bones in his throat straightened out, making a cat-like whimper. :"too fast."

Feeling almost done, He Qingqi took out his fingers, raised his legs to stick to her, hugged her tightly, and couldn't help stroking her back painfully, but he showed no mercy.

There seemed to be a crackling fireworks in front of me, the rain stopped, the two overlapping figures separated, the huge waves rested, and the world seemed to be quiet.

He Qingqi lay on the bed on his side, panting gently, resting his two long legs on the bed relaxedly, without any strength. She looked at the jade-like naked back next to her, and unconsciously tapped the beautiful shoulder blade with her finger. The man shrugged her shoulders and murmured dazedly: "Don't make trouble, itchy..."

Obviously exhausted.

While feeling distressed, He Qingqi replaced his fingers with kisses, but an unspeakable itch rushed into his heart.

After swallowing, his face turned bright and dark, and after all, he couldn't resist the temptation. She didn't wear any clothes, so she got out of bed.

Zhuo Zhiwei felt the movement behind him, opened his eyes that were confused and clear like a deer, and turned his head: "Where are you going?" There was a hint of panic in his tone.

"Go get the SLR!"

Zhuo Zhiwei's brain was like a squishy after the sentiment. She was so silly that she didn't say anything. Her jealousy increased hundreds of thousands of times. She frowned and said in disapproval, "You put your clothes on! "

"Oh, it's okay." The man said in a sticky tone: "We are the two at home."

But immediately, Zhuo Zhiwei's eyes stopped, and Qiqi said what she was going to take? SLR?

Zhuo Zhiwei: "!!!" The expression in her eyes gradually became clear. She suddenly remembered the scene in the daytime today, her cheeks were dyed red, and she bit her lip shyly.

Susu, does she want to...

He held his fingers hesitantly, but from time to time he glanced at He Qingqi's small eyes and clearly wrote expectation.

Should she agree?

As a public figure, her first reaction was to refuse. But... He Qingqi will not harm her, as long as she is asked to put it away afterwards, so as not to be seen by others, even if some photos are taken, it is just the pleasure of being a couple. Moreover, as the girl in the day said, there is nothing wrong with recording one's youth and youthfulness.

It's not a bed photo.

Zhuo Zhiwei began to attack herself by herself, and her heart gradually subsided, but she couldn't help thinking, if it was a bed photo, would she be willing?

If the other protagonist is He Qingqi, then she...will be willing.

Zhuo Zhiwei was startled suddenly, his face flushed. What does she think of? Why are you willing? A little bit can't believe my inner debauchery.

He Qingqi took out her baby SLR with her eyebrows bent, her eyebrows were full of eagerness to try, she had never photographed anyone's privates for so many years, and... when she thought that the other party was Zhuo Zhiwei with excellent body and appearance. , Is more vaguely excited.

He walked briskly in front of the French windows and returned to the bedroom. He Qingqi showed a bit of meaning: "That, Wei Wei..." Her pink tongue spit out.

Like her for so long, Zhuo Zhiwei has long been familiar with her small movements, and at first glance, he looks embarrassed when he asks for help.

So, really... do you want to shoot?

Zhuo Zhiwei didn't dare to look at her, the whole person was pink and tender.

Don’t turn her face to one side. The light and shadow overlap under the orange light. There is a hazy beauty. Two slender legs are bent sitting on the bed. She seems to have consciously let the thin quilt slide off her shoulders, half showing her cuteness. X room.

He Qingqi saw her eyes straight. Out of her love for beautiful things, she almost subconsciously picked up the SLR and snapped a picture.

She swallowed, and all the pictures were taken, still pretending to be a gentleman to seek the client's opinion: "Weiwei, can I?"

Zhuo Zhi paused, and finally nodded shyly and shyly.

He Qingqi jumped up on the spot, his face was concealed with joy, his long legs took a step, and he knelt down in front of Zhuo Zhiwei's eyes, the interweaving of black and white looming, Zhuo Zhiwei hurriedly averted his eyes, his face One red.

He Qingqi: "Weiwei, you are so kind, I really like you so much!"

Zhuo Zhiwei didn't dare to raise his head, wringing his fingers: "You, you put your clothes on."

He Qingqi looked down, and the corners of her lips were stained with an ambiguous smile. It seemed that she couldn't stop talking at such a moment. She pressed against Zhuo Zhiwei's auricle, sighed, and slowly caught fire: "What's wrong, doesn't it look good?"

It was hot and humid, Zhuo Zhiwei's ears were sensitive, and her fluffy stood up frightened. Before she could speak, he listened to the person to continue: "Obviously you just paid it back, so I like it tight."

The word "tight" is deliberately accented, which seems to be indicative. Zhuo Zhiwei's neck was red without any promise, and he subconsciously raised his eyes and glared at He Qingqi. His eyes were wet, so beautiful.

After He Qingqi appreciated it, he stopped making trouble, put on his pajamas along Zhuo Zhiwei, and held the SLR: "Then let's start?"

The man didn't say anything in shame. He Qingqi seemed to say to her, and as if to himself, with a little seriousness: "Then it will begin."

The preparations were not complete enough, so I only took a few shots, and the man drank a little wine and his posture became a little more lazy and undisciplined. He Qingqi looked for various angles, and under the warm light, he looked at the beauty in front of him almost silly.

She suddenly remembered that today she originally wanted to talk to Zhuo Zhiwei about serious matters. Regarding their publicity, it turned out to be soaked up because of her anxiousness, and He Qingqi's eyes were vaguely with regret.

He Qingqi put down the SLR and rubbed aggrievedly on the bed, hugged Zhuo Zhiwei's waist from behind, and rubbed her forehead against her greasy shoulders: "Weiwei..."

It looks like a big dog who has been wronged and went home to behave like a baby. Zhuo Zhiwei played with her slender fingers, her shy mood gradually subsided, and her voice was gentle: "What's the matter? Didn't I take you all?"

He Qingqi pursed his lips: "I feel like I picked up the sesame seeds and lost the watermelon."

"Blame you." She whispered, a little bit pampered and arrogant, and deliberately bumped her shoulder.

"Blame me?" Zhuo Zhi raised his eyebrows slightly, broke away from her embrace, turned to face her, and laughed with interest: "I shouldn't blame me for letting you shoot?"

"No." He Qingqi said crookedly. She pressed her nose and leaned forward and kissed her lips.

She stared at Zhuo Zhiwei without blinking with amber eyes: "Aren't we talking about something to be discussed today? Why are you suddenly in the bathroom..." She paused: "This and that."

She pretended to suddenly realize: "Didn't I take a shower in the bathroom first!"

Her straight eyes seemed to say, admit it, you are the culprit. Zhuo Zhiwei was jokingly flushed by her. Today she is indeed...mainly because she hasn't seen He Qingqi for so long. During the day, she ran into someone who asked He Qingqi to take pictures of her private house. Her anger burned with desire/hope, and she walked in. That bathroom.

She turned around angrily and faced the wall: "After that, I will take a bath, you are not allowed to come in!"

He Qingqi hurriedly fished her into her arms. No matter how the person struggled, she still hugged her face tightly, kissed her ears, and touched her arms.

"Don't baby." She smiled lowly, leaning to her ear: "Do you have the strength to take a shower yourself?"

Zhuo Zhiwei became angry from embarrassment: "He Qingqi!"

He Qingqi accepted as soon as he saw it, and immediately changed the subject: "Seriously, Wei Wei, when are we going to make it public?"

This is the watermelon she said. Zhuo Zhiwei has a smile in his eyes, is he so anxious?

But... she also wants to announce it to the world as soon as possible, otherwise she doesn't know how many girls are like today, at least she also has the right to be angry.

She picked up her mobile phone from the bedside table and handed it to He Qingqi.

The pitch-black eyes are full of seriousness: "As long as you want, you can do it anytime."

The author has something to say: I am ready for wet shoes